Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Visage,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.